Sunday, January 15, 2012

Hope

What do I hope for? I hope for a lot of things. I had hoped
for a lot of things, I had hoped for you and I still long for you. But now
there are things I hope for you. I hope that when the nights are cold and there’s
nobody to hug but your blanket, when the silence deafens you, when you can find
anything but sleep in your bed, I hope that then you think of me. I hope that
you think of me and you lament. I hope that you think of me and lament and you
can’t forgive yourself. How I will never forgive you. How I will never forgive you
for what you did to me. For what you did to me and what you did to us.

And what about me? I will carry on living my life. I will
carry on living my life without forgetting and without forgiving. I will carry
on living my life to the fullest and will find every happiness there is to be
found other than you. Or I will die trying; die trying to find every happiness
there is to be found other than you. And that; will be my revenge. Or at least
I hope so.

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Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it — don't cheat with it. -
Ernest Hemingway